All Alone

Making to the present day, there have been many experiences to get the pictures I have. Some have been for the wrong and right reasons, but in the end, it was a reason and it has given me a perspective on things which many people will never understand. Because thoughts have started getting to complex to explain, using photography is a great way for people to understand what I have experienced and want to say. Even as thoughts are sometimes too complex and need to be aided by images, images can be the same way and sometimes need words to aid in the understanding. One afternoon a couple days ago I was going to the park to get my car in a wooded setting for some pictures. Its a Jeep so it looks and feels better when its in a rural setting. On a road that I find myself on quite frequently, I noticed this house sitting back off the road. Having looked for abandoned houses for some time, there had been one right under my nose. It was sitting back off the road a hundred yards or so but tucked inside some heavy trees. Immediately coming to a halt on the side of the road, I turned around and hid my car in the trees. Here in the states, there are laws against trespassing that I did not want to find out about. The house offered some great images that could not be passed on. With the grass really tall, many alive and well pine trees, my Jeep is green as well and blended right in with the surroundings making it the perfect vehicle for the job. The ground was wet and muddy the first time and the second time there was a few inches of snow on the ground. Only a 4wd would have made it in and out. Going the first time, yielded great results. The second time(yesterday) was even better. Knowing what I had taken before and how they could be improved, there are many more opportunities there. It probably not get visited until spring when all the plants and trees have grown in making it even more appealing. Right now the house feels desolate. You can feel the memories people have had in there. Curtains are left on the window, toiletries in the bathroom, but the place is a wreck. Clearly, people have been through the place to destroy it, but it adds to the character. All the windows are gone. The roof caved in the back and holes in the front. Raccoon fecies and hair everywhere. During the summer I can imagine it will have a feeling of reclamation. Plants will grow on the walls and roof, as mother nature takes what was once taken from her. You can hear the couple talking in the living room and smell the food in the kitchen. The back porch is now a pile of wood and the master bedroom now only has one wall and is exposed to the elements. Although it seems dead, the house is alive and doing well. Birds nests are built on walls and lighting fixtures. Animals feed inside indicated by the animal remains scattered around the house. There is a lonely feeling about it. The front door is left wide open, just asking for a heartbeat to come inside so it can feel alive. With a collapsed roof and missing back door, any heartbeat that comes through the front door quickly leaves out of the back. Once a happy fortress protecting its family, after losing its purpose has become sad and lonely just waiting for someone to give it a purpose again. The broken windows speak of terrible tales of individuals taking advantage of its dream. Now being stripped of all hope, it now sits, waiting, for mother nature to finish her work.